struggling with the hate | z.m b2

Chapter 3: Lovely night

Chapter 3: Lovely night

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-Zayn's POV-

-Release the stress with me tomorrow night at a club? .X Perrie <3

Chelsea read the message with her eyes wide open just like her mouth. First the hate, the low ratings, the contract and now Chelsea doubting my love for her, couldn't my life get any worse? I looked at Amanda giving her a gesture to take the baby while I talk with Chelsea outside. I didn't want to make a scene on front of Harry and Amanda.

Grabbing Chelsea's tiny hand, I dragged her out of the bedroom and closed the door behind me. She stared at my phone - possibly reading the message again and again. Release the stress with me, it sounded quite dirty, don't you think? But I know Perrie didn't mean it that way, she knows what I feel because we're both famous and we have people following our every move.

"Give me the phone, Chelsea." My voice was stern and serious as I reached out my hand to take it away from her, but no avail since she took a step back hitting her back against the wall and took a firm grip of the phone.

"You're cheating on me, don't you?" Tears filled her light blue eyes as she threw the phone to my chest, giving me pain - not physically. I would have liked to tell her about the contract, like we promised before 'Let's not keep secrets from us from now on, promise?' Like always, I'm breaking those promises. I swallowed hard thinking of something to save myself.

"Perrie is just a friend, trust me" I didn't lie. I walked over to Chelsea and cupped her perfect face with my hands, leaning to kiss her. She shoved her hands to my chest, pushing me off her.

"Bye" She turned around, her curly blonde hair bounced as she walked away ever so slowly. I took a step forward to stop her, but I knew she wouldn't like me to follow her right now. I sighed and leant against the door, running a hand through my hair in frustration. Soon, the door opened making me fall to the floor.

"Sorry" Harry gave me a hand and pulled me up, "Is everything okay between you and Chelsea?"

"Does it look okay, Harry?" I asked annoyed, making him threw his hands in surrender.

"Sorry"

"I have to go now"

As I made my way to the car I decided to text Perrie back, -Sure, text me the details! :D x. Please take my advice, when you receive a message don't tell your girlfriend to read it. Chelsea, yeah, she's the jealous type.

We changed a lot ever since I proposed to her. We're maturing and it's been a year. I miss those days when I threw rocks at Chelsea's bedroom window and got in, and then we spent the night together without Isabella knowing, prank Paul, when Chelsea made me those delicious sandwiches, Emily's messages, her tomboy's clothes, skateboarding together and... sex.

I have never made love to her, just sex. Sex and make love are two very different things. We aren't those horny teens anymore, we're adults. We're ready for the next level. That means no condom. No condom means baby. And we're ready for a baby.

"Wait, what?"

Did I just say we're ready for a baby? Maybe her, but I am not ready.

Or am I?

I mean, I have the perfect woman by my side... and...

"Why am I sounding like a pussy lately?"

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I entered the house without shouting my cliché words 'I'm home!' I threw the keys somewhere and took off my shoes, looking for Chelsea. "Chelsea, are you here?" I asked peeking at the living room and kitchen. I walked upstairs and opened our bedroom door, "You're in here?" I stepped inside and groaned. I heard the shower run and knew Chelsea was in the bathroom.